There are snows - somewhere behind the fields, behind a forests,
There are rivers and lakes behind these snows,
There are lights of distant countries behind these lakes,
and blue ocean too.
The white ship - on salty waves,
There is scarlet sunrise on its sails.
Strong people keep watch.
They are not afraid of storms and do not wait for calm.
They love their lasses, and drink wine for health of friends.
If a grey cosiness will be boring to you ,
If the winds will call you to a road,
Know: the ship by name " A Dreaming"
Will take you with itself always.
You will have names of the new countries,
Hands of friends and the great ocean.